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bridenore · 6 days ago

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Drarry fic recs - from A to Z

Every week, when I do these lists, I sort everything in alphabetical order. Somehow, I kind of hope I'll end up using every letter of the alphabet, but I never do. So this week I decided to do something a little different.

At Your Service by @faith2wood [95k]

Hogwarts students are in danger; Harry is determined to save them all. There’s only one thing he knows for certain: Draco Malfoy is somehow involved.

By the Grace by @letteredlettered [139k]

Harry is an Auror instructor. Malfoy wants to be an Auror.

Collect Your Courage by mervab [44k]

Potter needs control; Draco needs forgiveness. They shag; Lavender gives advice; they yell; Seamus makes muffins; they fight; and everyone else drinks far too much coffee for their own wellbeing.

Doing the Lambeth Walk by @blamebrampton [26k]

There are only three traditional choices for the cashed-up hero after victory. Harry Potter is too young to settle down and provide the wizarding world with a happy ending, and has too acute a sense of humour to spiral downwards into a spectacular flame-out. That leaves a life of good works. Choosing to lead it in Muggle Brixton comes with its own set of challenges, including Malfoys in the biscuit aisle.

Every You, Every Me by daftfear [49k]

I thought I had already hit the lowest point in my life, but as the universe seems intent on proving, I was wrong. The only thing that could possibly make this worse is Potter. And more Muggles.

Freedom to be by @quicksilvermaid [169k]

Harry Potter is the Boy Who Lived. 12 years after the war, he’s become the Boy Who Lived For Everyone Else. He has the perfect wife. The perfect house. The perfect job. The perfect friends. Only nothing feels perfect. Until one day he stumbles across a club called Release and begins a journey of self-discovery that takes him to a very different place.

Grounds for Divorce by Tepre [122k]

Malfoy finds a coin. Harry finds a letter. A story about histories, a story about families. A story about a lemon tree somewhere in Upper Egypt.

Here’s The Pencil, Make It Work by ignatiustrout [49k]

Harry thinks “Why is Malfoy working in a coffee shop in muggle London?” is a much simpler question than, “Are you going to accept that auror offer and, if you don’t, what will you do?”

It’s No Great Mystery by @agentmoppet [57k]

Who on earth decided that bringing back the Yule Ball for their eighth year would be a good idea? It feels like the worst day of Harry’s life, watching everyone get glammed up like the war never happened, like the last Triwizard Tournament wasn’t such a colossal failure. And then it happens again. And again. And again.

Jolene by @romaine2424 [21k]

Harry comes back from a mandatory holiday and finds that an Auror raid on his favourite establishment could expose his biggest secret. However, another has even more secrets than he does at stake. Jolene Deux by @romaine2424 [5k] Draco makes special plans after being told by his Healer that he’s fully recovered from being pregnant and having given birth to his and Harry’s daughter, Violet. I hope you enjoy this little glimpse into Harry’s and Draco’s future life together. The story begins immediately after where Jolene ended.

Kiss A Boy In London Town (And Other Intimate Misadventures of A Society Whore) by @femmequixotic [36k]

There’s only one cardinal sin for a whore.

LA, Who Am I To Love You? by @epitomereally [42k]

Harry’s summer in LA is not going as expected. Pansy Parkinson keeps inviting him to parties in the Hollywood Hills and harassing him to finally go to the physical therapist, Blaise Zabini keeps slipping new strains of his company’s magical weed into Harry’s pockets in hopes of an endorsement, and Draco Malfoy keeps having sex with everyone but Harry.

Modern Love by @tackytigerfic [61k]

Harry Potter, of all people, knows that life isn’t always fair. And no one gets to be happy all of the time. But surely there’s something more—something better—than a rubbish Ministry job, and a lonely old house, and that feeling that everyone out there is doing a better job of living than Harry is. And it really doesn’t seem fair that Draco Malfoy is back in Harry’s life, all of a sudden, and even though he’s wandless, and living with Muggles, and making his mother cry with his lifestyle choices, he’s happy. So what’s he doing right, that Harry isn’t? Because things don’t really change, do they? And if Harry can’t be happy, he’ll settle for a good night’s sleep, some posh antiques, and the opportunity to find out what Malfoy has been up to for all these years. And that’s what starts it all.

Never Mind the Bollocks by @the-sinking-ship [118k]

If someone told Harry six months ago that by autumn he would be single, living on whisky and toast, and dancing the night away with Draco Malfoy, he would have told them to get their head checked. And yet, here he was.

Owl Was Well by @fencer-x [66k]

Draco Malfoy is not an owl, really he isn’t. He simply assumes the shape of one on occasion when he wants to find a bit of privacy—a goal entirely thwarted because Harry Potter doesn’t understand you can’t just grab any old bird from the Owlery and force it to send your missives and deliver your packages.

The Promise of Summer by Omi_Ohmy [66k]

How was Harry supposed to know that coming back for eighth year would be so confusing? Everything is the same, and yet not the same. And nowhere is this more obvious than with Draco Malfoy. Harry finds himself once more watching and following Malfoy, trying to work him out. When they are drawn together to heal the castle, Harry doesn’t just find Malfoy - he also finds himself.

Quietus by @novembersnowflakes [17k]

To save himself and his family, Draco must disappear in plain sight—of Harry Potter, that is.

Right Hand Red by @lqtraintracks [73k]

Harry felt Malfoy’s breath on his lips as they came together over the bottle, hands firmly planted on the floor as though they each needed their familiar soil, refusing to cross into enemy territory. Except that Malfoy no longer felt like his enemy. Malfoy felt inevitable.

Salt on the Western Wind by Saras_Girl [60k]

When the war isn’t quite as over as it first appears, a guilt-ridden Harry is sent to a mysterious safe-house. Among sandwiches, insomnia, and Mills & Boon, he discovers something quite unexpected.

Tea and No Sympathy by who_la_hoop [70k]

It’s Potter’s fault, of course, that Draco finds himself trapped in the same twenty-four-hour period, repeating itself over and over again. It’s been nearly a year since the unpleasant business at Hogwarts, and Draco’s getting on with his life quite nicely, thank you, until Harry sodding Potter steps in and ruins it all, just like always. At first, though, the time loop seems liberating. For the first time in his life, he can do anything, say anything, be anything, without consequence. But the more Draco repeats the day, the more he realises the uncomfortable truth: he’s falling head over heels for the speccy git. And suddenly, the time loop feels like a trap. For how can he ever get Harry to love him back when time is, quite literally, against him?

The Unknown Door by @amywaterwings [60k]

There is something wrong with the Bellcrest. The heart of the place beats rotten. Everyone says so. Where Draco is a magical property manager, Harry is a recluse, and they’re definitely not hiding from their problems in the run-down flats of the Bellcrest. Not at all. Not one bit. It goes as well as one might expect.

Verba Volant by shushu_yaoi_lj / @orange-peony [34k]

The first letter arrives after the Trials. Harry unfolds the parchment and his eyes open wide when he realises who it’s from. He soon finds himself waiting for those letters to arrive, staring at the window in search of Malfoy’s owl. He wants to know more.

When It Alteration Finds by momatu [55k]

After the war, Harry left most of the Wizarding world behind and built a new life for himself in the Channel Islands. He opened a bakery and is happy with his life. Draco is a fiction author who writes under a penname, and he’s currently suffering from writer’s block. His agent suggests he try writing in a new environment and rents a cottage in the Channel Islands for him.

@xanthippe74 wrote Follow the Water [38k]

Harry Potter’s life is fine. Maybe a little dull and predictable, but he shouldn’t complain about that, right? When he unexpectedly finds himself at Luna’s house one afternoon, Harry gets invited to join the secret wonderland that she’s creating with a surprising group of friends. Maybe a summer outdoors is just what a former hero needs to bring some zest back into his life.

You open always (petal by petal) by birdsofshore [65k]

Harry’s not the kind of person who pays for sex. He really isn’t. Until he is.

@lol-zeitgeistic wrote Azoth [88k]

Now that Harry is back at Hogwarts with Hermione for eighth year, he realises that something’s missing from his life, and it either has to do with Ron, his boggart, Snape, or Malfoy. Furthermore, what, exactly, does it mean when one’s life is defined by the desire to simultaneously impress and annoy a portrait? Harry has no idea; he’s too busy trying not to be in love with Malfoy to care.

I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I did

#my recs #drarry #drarry recs

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mariacallous · 5 months ago

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Honey cake is a hallmark of Rosh Hashanah and the fall Jewish holidays — Ashkenazi honey cake, that is. But did you know there’s a Sephardi cake traditionally served for Rosh Hashanah, Yom Kippur break fast and during Sukkot? Like its Eastern European counterpart, tishpishti symbolizes wishes for a sweet new year and the fullness of life. The cake is also popular for Purim and adapted for Passover.

Semolina pastries and puddings have been made for centuries throughout the Mediterranean, North Africa and the Middle East. Tishpishti is traditionally made with fine semolina and soaked in a sweet syrup of sugar, honey or a mixture, but beyond these common elements, there are many variations in both the way tishpishti is made — such as nuts or no nuts, eggs or no eggs, flavored with lemon, orange or rose water — and even what it’s called according to different geographic and cultural roots. For example, in Egypt, it’s basboosah or baboussa, namora or namoura in Syria and shamali in Crete.

Tishpishti is perhaps the name most used and, as we know it today, the cake originated in Turkey. In the “Encyclopedia of Jewish Food,” Gil Marks explains that in Israel and for Jews from once-Ottoman Turkey, Greece and the Balkans, the name is probably a nonsense name from the Turkish “tez” (fast/quick) and “pişti” (plane/slope). Put together, it means “quickly done.” In Ladino it might also be called pispiti, tupishti and revani, which Joyce Goldstein in “Sephardic Flavors: Jewish Cooking of the Mediterranean” notes is named after a 16th century Turkish poet “who wrote about the delights of food.”

Many tishpishti recipes use eggs, including ones that instruct you to whip the whites separate from the yolks, a Sephardi contribution to tishpishti. This recipe, however, is based on a very old traditional way of making cakes from a thick dough without eggs. My concession to modernity is adding baking powder and soda, both 19th century products, to lessen the density of the cake. Using ground almonds instead of walnuts will result in a lighter colored cake, which is traditional at Rosh Hashanah to symbolize a bright new year. Tishpishti is delicious on its own or served with a spoonful of yogurt, labneh or whipped cream and a cup of mint tea or strong Turkish coffee.

Notes:

It is best to make the syrup ahead of time so it has time to cool, although you can choose to make it while the cake bakes, then refrigerate it to cool more quickly.

Tishpishti is best when left at room temperature for several hours or overnight so the syrup penetrates the cake.

Store wrapped at room temperature for two days or a week in the refrigerator. The cake can be well-wrapped and frozen for two months. Defrost and then refresh with some drizzles of warm syrup.

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chthonic-sorcery · 6 months ago

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PSA for new Pagans❗️🚩🚩🚩

(Overlooked pagan holidays)

Paganism isn't a singular religion,

it is an umbrella term for thousands of different pre-christian polytheistic faiths that span Antiquity. Heathenry (Norse polytheism) Mesopotamian, Phonecian, Hellenic Polytheism, Kemeticism/Netjerism, Slavic Polytheism, Celtic, Roman, Basque, etc. It goes on and on. Sometimes, these religions are even combined or synchronized, like Greco-Egyptian polytheism.

So, no, not all pagans celebrate Yule, or Beltane, or whatever.

Yule itself seems to be more of a Wiccan (new age) revival than a continued tradition.

There are quite literally thousands of holidays and traditions celebrated that no one talks about because people, especially newer converts, seem to believe paganism is its own singular religion.

So, here are some of my favorite holidays I celebrate that aren't usually talked about:

The Anthesteria:

A 3 day drunken celebration in honor of Dionysus and the Dead. Houses would be decorated with spring flowers, ghosts swept from the home; feasting and drinking no matter your status, and offerings given to the Dead and the Furies so that may not harm you, as they were said to roam the earth at this time.

Tar/pitch was also spread onto doorframes and black hellebore was hung to protect the home.

It was held each year from the 11th to the 13th of the month of Anthesterion, around the time of the first full moon of the year.

The Haloea:

The closest Greek equivalent of "Yule" celebrating the winter solstice and which honored Demeter, the goddess of agriculture, crops, fertility, and harvest.

During the festival, people would celebrate by preparing a rich meal with dough cakes in the shape of genitalia, telling lusty jokes and swearing with vulgarity, singing, drinking, and dancing.

The festival took place in Athens and ended in Eleusis during the month of Poseideon, which is December.

The Dionysia:

where plays originated! Comedy, tragedy, and drama.

The Festival of Dionysus, otherwise known as the “Greater Dionysia” took place in the spring (around our March) when playwrights would compete to entertain Athenian citizens,

complete with parades of giant phalluses and sacrifices of bulls!

The Feat of Sekhmet:

an annual festival at the beginning of the year, which began around August for the Egyptians following Wep Ronpet, or the New Year.

The festival was a time of drunkeness with red beer and wine, where Egyptians would dance, play music.

The goal was to imitate the drunkenness that had once stopped the goddess Sekhmet from destroying humanity.

According to Egyptian mythology, Sekhmet became so bloodthirsty from humanity betraying her father Ra, that she nearly destroyed all humans on Earth. The other deities asked Ra to stop her, and he eventually pacified her by making her believe the wine or beer was blood and she drank herself to sleep, turning into either Hathor or Bastet.

the Aphrodisia:

The festival of Aphrodite! The festival occurred during the month of Hekatombaion, which modern scholars recognize as starting from the third week in July to the third week of August.

the first ritual of the festival would be to purify the temple with the blood from a dove, the sacred bird of Aphrodite. Afterwards, worshipers would carry sacred images of the goddess, as well as Peitho, in a procession to be washed.

During the festival it was not permitted to make bloody sacrifices, since the altar could not be polluted with the blood of the sacrifice victims, which were usually white male goats.

This of course excludes the blood of the sacred dove, made at the beginning of the ritual to purify the altar. In addition to live male goats, worshipers would offer fire, flowers, and incense.

This was even celebrated in Thebes, Egypt, where Aphrodite had a large cult following.

Wep Ronpet:

Wep Ronpet is the Kemetic New Year.

It falls usually somewhere btwn late July and mid-August. The date for Wep Ronpet varies each year, as it is marked by the rising of Sopdet, modernly known as Sirius. Wep Ronpet is in fact one day long.

However, there are 5 days of excitement leading up to Wep Ronpet that we typically call the Epagomenal Days, or the Intercalary Days.

The Epag. days came about from a myth where Nut got pregnant with 5 kids. Ra got upset about this and forbade her from giving birth on any day of the year. Thoth, being the tricky guy that he is played a game of Senet with the moon, and upon winning this game of Senet, he received a small portion of the moon which he used to create an extra 5 days which she can use to birth her five children.

Traditionally, these days are said to be a little weird because they are ‘outside of the norm’. Usually great care was taken not to take too many risks.

So, each day is dedicated to the god that was born on that particular day. The order that it goes in is:

Osiris

Heru-wer (Horus the Elder)

Set

Aset

Nebhet (Nephthys)

Normally, celebrations of Wep Ronpet include prayers to Sekhmet against the 7 arrow or plagues of the year: libations and offerings to the Netjeru, song, dance, feast.

Ritual bathing for purification is sometimes done afterwards.

Personally, I like to perform execration, banishing all the illness, negativity and harm from the previous and coming year.

#ancient history #hellenic pagan #paganism #paganblr #psa #polytheism #Greco egyptian polytheism #ancient greece #pagan community #dionysus #aphrodite #sekhmet #new year #hellenic polytheism #hellenic deities #hellenic polythiest #helpol

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seoll3miwrites · 4 months ago

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Fireworks | Y/N x Ahkmenrah

Masterlist British!Reader is feeling homesick without celebrating Bonfire night. After confiding in Ahkmenrah, he seeks help from the others to make sure they don't miss out on their favourite holiday (WC: 2334) AN: I wrote this in basically a day so apologies if it's not super polished.

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Y/N had been working as a night guard for the museum of natural history for a little over six months now. They’d moved to New York from the UK a year ago to attend NYU studying archeology. So when they were desperate for money and they found out the local museum had an open position, they happily took it.

The job did take some adjusting, especially when on their first night they came face to face with a moving t-rex skeleton, but thankfully, with the help of Larry and the other exhibits, they slowly became apart of their mismatched family.

It was notable that over the last six months Y/N had grown closest to Ahkmenrah. Not only due to their closeness in age but also their shared interest in history. Most nights Y/N could be found walking with Ahkmenrah, either listening to his stories or catching him up on recent history.

It was now November, Halloween had just passed, and Y/N was feeling unusually more homesick than usual. Instead of listening emotively to Ahkmenrah’s stories, they simply hummed in acknowledgement. They’re so caught up in their homesick melancholy that they fails to notice that he’s stopped speaking.

"Y/N, are you alright?” He nudged them gently as he asked. “You seem distant this evening?”

"Sorry, it’s silly, really.”

"Are you sure? You don't seem alright," he says quietly, his crystal eyes watching them. "You never ignore me."

“Oh Ahkmen, I’m so sorry!” Their face suddenly filled with emotion. “I didn’t mean to ignore you.”

He shook his head at their apologies and stepped forward to hold their hand. "No, it’s fine, Y/N, but what’s wrong?”

“I’m just missing the UK this time of year.”

Ahkmenrah's eyes soften as he takes their hand. "I understand. It is okay to miss your home." He says quietly. He looks up at them, and he can tell that the homesickness that they’re feeling is a very heavy thing.

He gently squeezes their hand. "Do you talk to your family back in England?" He gives a thoughtful glance before looking back up at them.

“It’s not that; I spoke to them just this morning, but..." Y/N pauses for a moment before continuing, “I kinda miss the fireworks.”

His brows furrow slightly in confusion. “Fireworks?”

“Every year in the UK we set off fireworks and make bonfires on the Fifth of November.” They begin to explain, “We call it Bonfire or Guy Fawkes night.”

The confusion is now replaced with wide-eyed curiosity; his eyes sparkle with interest as he speaks, “That sounds wonderful, so you celebrate with fireworks?”

Y/N nodded, happy with Akhmenrah’s genuine interest. “Um yeah, it’s a way to commemorate when Guy Fawkes failed to blow up parliament in 1605.”

Ahkmenrah raises his eyebrows. He seems more intrigued than ever at this point. "A failed attack on a government.. so you celebrate?" he says, almost in awe at the idea. "How exciting!"

“Yeah, although like most holidays we mainly use it as an excuse to get stinking drunk.” They laughed quietly at their own joke, “But my parents and I used to always go see a fireworks show every year.”

“Did you do anything else?” He asked, still curious, to which Y/N’s asked sparkled before they spoke. The two then spent the rest of the night talking about different traditions and foods that bonfire night often had. They also discussed different holidays Akhmenrah would celebrate during his life in Ancient Egypt.

Eventually, the sun began to rise and the two had to part, but not before Y/N escorted him back to his tomb. “I’ll see you tonight, Akhmen.”

“See you tonight, Y/N.” He replied, but he looked as if he wanted to keep talking, making Y/N confused, but they didn’t have time to reply as the sarcophagus closed and the tablet glowed once more.

Y/N sighed before gently tapping on the sarcophagus and whispered the one thing they could never say during the night, “I love you...” before stepping away and heading back home.

The next night, Larry greeted them with a favour: "Listen, could you just keep an eye on the minis tonight? They’ve been whispering, and I got a feeling they're planning something.”

“Sure, no worries.” They ended up spending their whole night with Jedediah and Octavius. Y/N took them to the projection room and let them pick any movies to watch; they ended up picking The Lord of the Rings trilogy.

By the time Sunrise was close, they had only just finished the second film, and with a promise to watch the third movie, the two let Y/N carry them back to their exhibits. Once they had finished closing their assigned exhibits, Y/N made their way to the museum lobby.

As they walked down the stairs, Y/N paused as they spotted Ahkmenrah and Larry talking in hushed tones and looked at something on Larry’s laptop. The two hadn’t noticed Y/N as they slowly walked closer to the two.

“What are you boys whispering about?” They asked, causing the two men to jump slightly at the sudden voice. Larry quickly shut the laptop, looking incredibly awkward at being caught.

“Ah, Y/N. We were just... discussing some work stuff. Nothing important.” The older nightguard spoke rapidly, not sounding convincing at all. He glanced at the young pharaoh to back him up, who proceeded to nod while smiling a bit too widely.

“Uh Huh…” Y/N spoke with their arms crossed, clearly not believing them. “You guys are keeping something from me, and I’m gonna find out, but it’s close to sunrise, so it can wait.”

Ahkmenrah squirms a little under thier scrutinising gaze. Larry, still looking sheepish, scratches the back of his neck. "Right. Yes. Sunrise." He agrees quickly. "Everything can wait." After a moment, he nudges Ahkmenrah, who hasn't spoken yet.

The Egyptian Pharaoh coughs and composes himself quickly. "Yes, yes. Sunrise," he said as his face went back to the usual cool and calm look.

Y/N smiled at the Ahkmenrah fondly before gently grabbing his arm and saying, “Come on, I’ll get you settled back in your room.”

Ahkmenrah doesn't look so tense anymore after seeing their smile. Once they grab his arm, he lets out a quiet breath and relaxes a little. "Thank you," he mumbles under his breath and lets Y/N lead him back to his exhibit.

As they led him, Y/N started to talk. There's no specific topic to their rambling, but it helps distract Akhmenrah from the inevitability that soon he’ll be in the sarcophagus once again. When they arrive in front of his exhibit, Y/N feels him tense next to them and gently guides him towards the sarcophagus.

“It’s okay, we’ll be right here for you when you wake up,” they try to comfort him as he lowers himself into his tomb.

He lays down in his sarcophagus and gives them a small nod, a silent thank you. "I trust that you will," he murmurs as his chest rises and falls with calm breaths.

As Y/N looks at him, their mind runs on autopilot and, without thinking, reaches down and places a soft kiss on his forehead. Realising what they’ve done, Y/N pulls away wide-eyed, "Sorry, I don’t know why I did that.”

Ahkmenrah is still stunned for a moment, his face red. "I-" he stutters slightly, trying to organise his thoughts. "No, it's alright," he manages, his voice trembling a little from the unexpected gesture.

Before they could reply, they spotted the tablet begin to slowly glow. With a sigh, they turned back to Ahkmenrah and said, "Sorry, it’s sunrise; I need to close this.”

Ahkmenrah reluctantly nods, his face still a little flustered from the kiss. The tablet's glow grows brighter as the sun rises. "Yes, of course," he mumbles, his voice slightly hushed.

He takes a deep breath before speaking again, trying to hide the hint of disappointment in his voice. "I'll see you tonight then."

“See you tonight.” With that, Y/N pushed the sarcophagus closed and waited until the glowing ended before heading home. As they walked down New York Street, Y/N couldn’t help but wonder exactly what Larry and Ahkmenrah were whispering about; they made a mental note to ask on their next shift.

Yet when they arrived the next evening, Y/N was confused to find the main lobby entirely empty, even despite the fact they’d arrived over thirty minutes late.

“Hello?” They called out as their voice echoed around the museum, “Where is everyone?”

Still no response, causing Y/N to sigh slightly. Suddenly the sounds of footsteps approaching caused them to tense as possibility spread through their head, What if there thrives in the museum? What if they’d stolen the tablet?

As the footsteps grew closer, Y/N hid behind the desk while clutching their torch like a weapon, ready to strike. They heard the person stop in front of the desk, causing Y/N to jump up and swing. Only to be stopped by an outstretched hand and a loud voice yelling their name.

“Atilla?” Y/N’s eyes were wide as they realised who they’d nearly attacked. “I’m sorry, I thought you were an intruder.”

He replied in Hun and a small pat on their left shoulder to indicate no harm was done before holding his hand out. Y/N took his hand and allowed him to take them to the new planetarium that had been built a month ago. They stood outside for a moment before the doors swung open.

Y/N gasped as they saw how the room was decorated with various streamers and balloons and spotted the rest of the museum happily partying with each other. Everyone is having a great time, and the room is filled with music and laughter. Larry, among the others, is near the centre holding up a drink. He sees you and waves.

"Ah, Y/N!" Larry calls out. "There you are! Was starting to worry you weren't coming." He gestures to the surroundings. "What do you think? Pretty neat, huh?”

They approach him slowly, still taking in the surroundings. “Larry? What on earth is going on?”

“We’re celebrating bonfire night!” He exclaimed excitedly while handing them a drink, “I think we got most of it right but added our own American twist, you know?”

“How did you even know about this?” Y/N asked, to which Larry simply pointed to a corner where they could see Ahkmenrah talking to Sacagawea and Teddy.

They left Larry at the bar with a polite wave and made their way over to the trio. Ahkmenrah’s eyes instantly locked onto them when he saw them approaching. “Y/N! You finally made it!”

“Did you do all this for me?” They asked while smiling brightly.

"Yes! Yes, I did," he replies enthusiastically. "Larry and the others helped, of course. But I wanted tonight to be special for you."

His eyes sparkle as he looks at you, happy to see your reaction to his efforts. "Do you like it?"

“Like it?” Y/N began while looking around again in wonder, "Ahkmen, I love it!”

“You do?” He asked, to which Y/N nodded, "Well, there’s more to come still; in fact, it should be starting in just a minute.”

“What’s starting?”

Instead, he grabbed their hand and led them to a specific spot. “It’s a surprise, but follow me; I know the perfect spot to watch.”

Before Y/N could ask another question, the main lights dimmed, leaving them in darkness. They looked up as the constellations began to move, gently dancing for a moment before one of them exploded into a dazzling display of colours.

Y/N’s eyes widened in recognition before they looked at Ahkmenrah and whispered, “Fireworks...”

“Larry said we couldn’t get real ones, but I thought this would be a good alternative.” He explained, watching as they smiled brightly, their face illuminated by the beautiful light show.

Feeling incredibly proud, he takes Y/N’s hand and stands beside them, watching the animated sky with them. "I'm glad you're enjoying it." He mumbled quietly and squeezed their hand.

Y/N continued to watch the fireworks, but as the display neared its end, they turned toward the young pharaoh. “Could I do something a little crazy?”

Ahkmenrah tilts his head a little and smiles, intrigued and curious about their question. "Of course, Y/N, what is it?"

Instead of answering, Y/N slowly reached a hand out to caress his cheek. They looked into his eyes for a moment before reaching forward and gently placing their lips on his. Ahkmenrah freezes for a moment, stunned by their action, but then he slowly blinks and closes his eyes.

In the dim light of the planetarium, he gently returns the kiss, his lips moving gently against theirs. After a moment, he hesitantly wraps his arms around them to pull them closer, his fingers lightly tracing along their back.

The two only pull away once a cacophony of cheers and clapping surrounds them. Y/N quickly hides their blushing face in Ahkmenrah's chest when they turn and see all their friends congratulating them for finally taking the next step.

Y/N feels his chest move as he chuckles softly before pulling them closer. “Thank you, my friends, but I think we should get back to the party.”

With his kind but commanding words, the rest of them quickly began to party once more, but not without a suggestive whistle from a certain cowboy.

They pull away from his chest slightly before speaking, “Thank you, Ahkmen, for all of this.”

"I wanted to make this special for you, and it was worth the wait," he says softly and gives their forehead a light kiss. “Shall we get back to the party?”

“Lead the way.” Y/N replied, allowing him to lead them by the waist to join their friends on the dance floor.

In that moment, finally being with the person they cared about most as their friends danced around them, Y/N realised they hadn’t thought of home once. Even if for a moment, Akhmenrah had healed their homesickness, and they couldn’t be happioer.

#oneshot #x reader #ahkmenrah #ahkmenrah x reader #natm #natm fandom #natm ahkmenrah #night at the museum #rami malek x reader #y/n #british!reader #reader insert #fanfic #rami malek #bonfire night #nov 5th

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mariammohamed21 · 2 months ago

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Egypt unveils significant finds at Taposiris Magna Temple.

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usssnarfblat · 1 year ago

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Did Anastasia deserve to die for her family's crimes against Fieval's family?

I've always found it interesting that "Anastasia" and "An American Tail" were made by the same guy...

My mom got us "An American Tail" as kids, since we were Jewish, and a Disney-like movie with Jewish characters was a one-of-a-kind thing. ("The Prince of Egypt" was still a few years away. Yes, I'm that old.) More to the point, my dad's side of the family is largely Russian Jews, who immigrated in the early 1920s, for exactly the same reasons as the Mouskewitz. Being a child of this background and very literally obsessed with cats, I had mixed feelings about the movie.

When "Anastasia" came out a few years later, Mom didn't let that history stop us from enjoying the new princess movie, but she didn't shelter us from it either. We regarded it like we did the real history behind any sugar-coated princess movie. She even got us some history books about the real Romanov family, and we were fascinated by the subject.

Still, it's an odd elephant in the room, watching "Anastasia" and knowing that her granddad was the one who sent those Cossack cats after Fievel's village, and her dad himself continued doing it to the Jewish mice who didn't leave.

"Go, Pompom, Kibble and Fluff-Baron! Kill those Jew mice, and I'll give you extra catnip treats tonight!"

Don Bluth presents both the Romannov family and their victims with equal sympathy, even opening both movies with the family celebrating a holiday, with the kid heroes getting a plot-specific present, before being viciously attacked.

"Wow Grandmama! Fieval and Tanya could use this as a merry-go-round!"

*Cough* "Yes uh, about those Jewish mice Sweetie..."

Bluth's portrayal of the Romanov family is not entirely inaccurate. By all accounts, Nicholas II was a deeply loving father who both doted on his children, but raised them not to be spoiled. Despite being royalty, the princesses shared bedrooms and did charity work at hospitals.

It's a baffling irony that Nicholas was nevertheless was a tyrant, and not remotely just to his Jewish subjects. When I was about twelve, Mom got me the Dear America book A Coal Miner's Bride, about the Catholic Polish immigrants who also fled the oppression of the Russian Tzar. (Anastasia's family conquered part of Poland in the 1800s, banning the Pols from speaking their own language and drafting their sons into the Tzar's dick-measuring contest wars.) Anyway, that's what my mom's side of the family was fleeing when they immigrated. Yes, my family has double reason to hate the Romanovs.

So, I personally don't have a lot of sympathy for Nicholas II. But the horrors his poor wife and children endured in their final moments never fails to get the reaction from me.

The rationalization for the murder of the children and queen was that it was the only way to ensure that the monarchy never returned. But I assume most modern-thinking people would say that the ends do not justify the means in this case.

That said, millions of families like Anetka's and Fievel's suffered as bad or worse than the Romanovs, because of the Romanovs, and no one remembers them because they didn't wear tiaras. This no doubt was another factor that killed sympathy for the Romanov children. But they were still children.

The question today is, if we can feel for a family that was literal royalty, despite their father being an undeniable tyrant against our own families...can we also feel for Palestinian and Israeli families, during a conflict that is vastly more complicated than Imperial Russia?

Or do they need to be cute mice and glittery princesses to get our attention?

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fic-recs-by-lulu · 2 months ago

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Title: What Christmas Means To Me

Author: TaraLaurel

Fandom: Batman, DCU

Rating: Not Rated

Category: Gen

Content Warnings: Child Neglect

Word Count: 29,994

Summary/Excerpt:

Tim tried to believe, if only for a little while. In kindergarten, his class had written letters to the big man...Tim's was only one sentence long.

"I want mommy and daddy home for Christmas."

They'd been in Egypt through New Year's.

He wrote again in first grade.

"Please let mom and dad be home for Christmas."

And in second.

"Please, if you are real at all, can you bring my parents home for Christmas?"

He hadn't really truly believed in the mythological man, but boy had he wanted to. Boy had he tried.

When at a Wayne Enterprises Christmas Gala, Tim meets "Santa". Reluctantly, Tim asks him for what he's always wanted for the holidays - to be with his family. He just might get his wish, even if it's not exactly in the way he would have ever imagined.

#fic rec #batman #dcu #Rating: T #Category: Gen #Word Count: >20K #cw: child neglect #tim drake #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd

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magnetothemagnificent · 11 months ago

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A cool Dvar Torah I read:

Parshat HaChodesh, the New Moon, and Eclipses!

This Shabbat we read a special section from the Torah called Parshat Hachodesh. It is the story of the Mitzvah of Rosh Chodesh, that we track, observe and celebrate the new moon each and every month. Since the day that G-d commanded Moshe regarding this Mitzvah, two weeks before the grand Exodus from Egyptian slavery, we have kept a close eye on the moon, looking out for that celestial monthly moment of rebirth that G-d showed Moshe that early evening in Egypt. In the Torah, our holidays - Passover, Sukkot, Yom Kippur etc. - are prescribed to happen on a certain day following the new moon: "the fifteenth day after the new moon", "the tenth day after the new moon" and so on. Meaning, that if we wish to celebrate these festivals, we need to keep track of the lunar cycle, even if no one else on Earth gives it a second thought. Along the way, the Jewish people have come to identify with the moon. We can empathize with the moon's ups and downs, so similar to our own history. One moment we're shining bright, the next moment we're so oppressed and persecuted that casual observers have often written us off, predicting our extinction, G-d forbid. And yet the next moment, to their disbelief, we're back, reborn out of the darkness, and growing stronger every day. It's notable that G-d interrupted the flow of events leading up to the Exodus to tell Moshe about Rosh Chodesh. Not only because it seems to be unrelated to what was happening then, but also because by giving that Mitzvah right then, it meant that it would given in Egypt, the darkest spiritual locale in the world. G-d could have waited a couple of weeks until we were out of that spiritual wasteland and told us about Rosh Chodesh in the desert. Why the rush? * Everyone's talking about the eclipse happening Monday afternoon - The Great North American Eclipse. It's a major event that will have millions of people looking up to the Heavens, an event that will not happen again in the USA until 2044. Now, solar eclipses only happen around the new moon. Monday night and Tuesday, Jews will observe Rosh Chodesh. And not just any Rosh Chodesh, but the annual Rosh Chodesh of all Rosh Chodeshes - the first Rosh Chodesh of the year. This means that Monday is the day before rebirth, the day when the moon is at its very lowest, darkest point, the moment that symbolizes the most difficult, challenging times of the Jewish People. And so it turns out that precisely in its smallest, weakest moment, the moon looms largest: it can even eclipse the mighty light of the sun. Is this not our story exactly? Is this not precisely why G-d told this to Moshe in Egypt, in our place of misery and suffering? During the last new moon of our centuries-long sojourn in Egypt, G-d shows Moshe the truth about the miracle of Jewish rebirth and eternity. In the place of our pain, before the redemption, in the midst of the uncertainty, G-d stops everything and tells us to look up at the moon, see our story in the moon's story, and discover in the moon a solid friend, an eternal gentle reminder that it will be okay, that no matter what, Am Yisrael Chai forever. And better yet, as Monday's eclipse shows, our darkest moments are when we shine brightest and loom largest, as we begin the great turnaround, the journey from darkness to light. This Monday will be the 3,336th anniversary of the day G-d showed Moshe the moon. How perfect. During these painful days of antisemitism, the sun, 400 times bigger than the moon, is eclipsed by it. Far from tottering or faltering, the Jewish People are stronger than ever. Precisely when casual observers report us missing, that's when we shine. L'Chaim, brothers and sisters. Our best days lay just ahead. So in the words of the Lecha Dodi which we'll all be singing in just a few hours: "Wake up, wake up! Your light is coming, rise and shine! Time to wake up and say your song, because G-d's glory is revealed upon you."

by Rabbi Eli Friedman, Chabad Calabasas CA

#jumblr #eclipse #solar eclipse #north american solar eclipse 2024 #judaism #if jew know jew know #rosh chodesh #rosh chodesh nissan #dvar torah

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starsandsunkissed · 1 day ago

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My Fics (Harry Potter)

Cleaved (AO3 links to the series, Cleaved II is currently in-progress)

Genre: Friendship/Adventure

AO3 link | FFN link

Series Summary: By all rights, the story of Holly Potter and Alex Kann should have ended when they parted ways at age 11. Their destinies lay in different worlds: witch and Muggle; magic and science; Scotland and London. Then Alex came up with the idea of selling potions to Muggles. Their waning bond is revived, but can it last while running a nascent illegal business, the challenges of school and new relationships? Fem!Harry, Time-shifted AU, Pre-Hogwarts, Years 2-4.

Cleaved II Summary:

After a death-defying end to her second year at Hogwarts, Holly returns to find an increasingly distant Alex, the chasm between Muggle and Witch becoming ever greater despite her efforts.

On her return to school, Holly attempts to hold on to her waning friendship. Pulling this off will take all her effort, however, with everything else going on. Sirius Black has escaped Azkaban. Eternal Elixirs becomes ever popular with the Muggle world. And why does Hermione seem to vanish at random? Time-shifted AU, Year 3

✨More details ✨

Set in an AU that's moved closer to the present, Fem!Harry makes a friend at the age of seven. This Muggle friend has a Squib mother and she learns magic and the Wizarding world sooner than canon. The family has secrets of their own that she's not privy to, and it's all about Holly and Alex trying to maintain their unlikely friendship while running a "potions for Muggles" business.

This fic was inspired by a number of ideas: ones where wizards secretly sell magical items to Muggles, Harry/Muggle OC fics (and the lack of Fem!Harry/Muggle fics), Squib/Squib discrimination fics a la The Second String, fics where a witch or wizard (Muggle-born or half-blood) befriend Muggles in childhood, but instead of bailing on them at 11, they're let in on the secret, and a few more to be revealed. Starts the summer after 2nd year with flashbacks to pre-Hogwarts events.

Also inspired in part by: A Wizard's Guide to 'Banking', What E'er Therein is Promised by Deeble (formerly on Ashwinder), The (incomplete) Roman Holiday trilogy by Anna (Mainly Jewel of the Nile and Last Tango in Paris - formerly on witchfics).

💫Other Harry Potter long fics (all rated T)💫:

A Date With Destiny

Genre: Angst/Adventure

AO3 | FFN

Summary: After awakening from a magical coma to discover his best friends now dating, Ronald Weasley sets out to forge his own path, discovering who he is by discovering who he isn't. Ron-centric fic, starts HHr, final pairings undecided.

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A Grangerous Adventure

AO3 | FFN

Genre: Parody/Romance

Summary: Even when you're the brightest witch of your age like Hermione, some things are beyond your control. Keeping Harry alive and away from the Weasleys while maintaining her Prefect status is no easy task, and that's before a certain Weasley starts sneaking around with a Slytherin… Crack/Parody, H/Hr pairing. 5th-year subplot.

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Tale of a Weasley Tail 🧜

Genre: Action/Adventure

AO3 only

Summary: After the events of Ron’s second year, the Weasleys go to Australia instead of Egypt. When a series of events leave Ron alone on Mako Island, and his only way out is through a shimmering pool on a full moon night, well…

He always wanted to stand out, didn’t he?

Merman!Ron, AU after second year. Fusion with H2O: Just Add Water. Slow updates.

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Harry Potter ONE-SHOTS:

The Only Normal One:

Mr and Mrs Dursley of Number Four Privet Drive were perfectly normal, thank you very much.

That’s what Mr Vernon Dursley had thought.

Vernon Dursley's thoughts after a worldwide alien invasion where he realizes that he's the only perfectly normal one. Set in the Cleaved Universe. ONE-SHOT.

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(Not) According to Plan:

After Voldemort is defeated the summer before their 6th year, Hermione believes she and Harry will be together for life…but this wasn't quite what she had in mind.

A Harmony fic that subverts and deconstructs the standard tropes associated with the pairing. Not for hardcore shippers.

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Birthday Gifts:

Holly gets Ron a present for his fourteenth birthday. Set in the 'Cleaved' universe. Fem!Harry/Ron.

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Changes:

The thoughts of an old wizard in a changing world. ONE-SHOT. AU. OCs. Fem!Harry

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Teleportation Technology:

A short conversation between a Wizard bartender and Muggle patron. Has a few clichés. Set Post-Epilogue. OCs. ONE-SHOT

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Broken:

AU HBP. In where Ron decides his dignity is more important than a date with Hermione. A short one-shot based off a Reddit comment by Bleepbloopbotz2, and a post by jakky567.

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#female harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #original character #muggle world #ron weasley is a mermaid #merman #scifi #science fiction #runes #muggles #magical theory #wandless magic #ron weasley #hermione granger #merman ron weasley #girl-who-lived

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emeritusemeritus · 2 years ago

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Just wanna be.

Just wanna bewitch you in the moonlight prequel

[Fred Weasley x reader x George Weasley]

Title: Just wanna be (witch you in the moonlight).

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley

Timeline: Varied. Mentions of canonical points throughout the series.

Summary: Both twins like Gryffindor!reader. Reader likes both twins.

Warnings: none really? Brief mentions of sexual innuendos, breasts, kissing and a single wet T-shirt, just funny fluff. Tame curse words.

How it all began…

(Can be read alone or as part of the larger series)

Finding out you were a witch at the age of 11 had been nothing short of world altering for you, only learning the secret of your mother's lineage and predisposition for magic when your Hogwarts letter arrived. Your mother had left when you were only a baby and you'd never heard anything since, nor had she ever told your dad or anyone else in your life about her abilities.

Trying to navigate this new life, this entirely new world, had been hard for you but you'd always seen your magic as a gift so you had tried your hardest to adapt and flourish, working hard in school to honour the gift you'd been given. You made friends, got consistently good grades and still managed to keep your toes in the muggle world where your friends kept you updated with music and movies, eventually finding the best of both worlds. You finally felt complete in your life, never quite feeling as if you belonged in your previous life, always feeling a little different to the other kids.

You met Fred and George Weasley on your first day at Hogwarts. You'd seen them at your sorting ceremony on your first night in the castle, being one year younger than them, they cheered as you were sorted into Gryffindor, just as they had for every new Gryffindor student. Their towering height above all the other Gryffindor students made them a sort of a figure head for the house, always drawing your attention first wherever they were. You'd sat next to a few of their friends and had struck up a conversation with them during the very first feast. The next day, they'd saved you a seat at each meal. Somewhere along the way, the seat they saved would always be next to them and then over the years it had changed to be between them.

A year later when their younger brother Ron arrived with Harry and Hermione, you'd made quick friends with them all, and then with Ginny a year later, though your relationship with the twins had always been superior to everyone else.

You couldn't deny that they were your best friends, a whirlwind of mischief and pranks that kept you almost constantly entertained. You were one of the only people who were able to tell them apart, which you believe was the reason they had never pulled a prank on you, bar the usual stuff.

Between your third and fourth year, you'd started feeling differently about them, one brother in particular.

The Weasley family has taken a once in a lifetime trip to Egypt to visit Bill during the school holidays and you'd realised pretty quickly on that you missed Fred and George a little more than you should have.

You started to take more notice of your appearance around them, no longer wanting to be seen as just one of the guys or an extension of them, dressing nicer and paying more attention to your hair and makeup, not that you hadn't before but in retrospect it was amplified whenever you knew you'd be around the twins.

Fred caught your attention first, realising that you had a crush on him as he was always the more cheeky and flirty one of the twins, the more physically affectionate. George was undeniably sweet and good looking but there was something about Fred you found yourself drawn to, butterflies appearing whenever he'd look at you or smile at you a certain way. Both of the twins had seemed to have a growth spurt over the end of the school year, looking more and more like men everyday which only increased your feelings.

Just after they returned from Egypt, before school resumed, you had spent the week at the Burrow with the Weasley's. Molly had always graciously extended an invitation to you during breaks and had mentioned on more than one occasion that she liked when you visited as you helped keep the twins in line. You wholeheartedly disagreed, knowing nothing could truly keep them in line and away from mischief but you did agree that they seemed to be much more mellow and considerate whenever you were around.

You and the twins had taken a late night walk to the waters edge, sitting beside the small lake and were enjoying a rare moment of peace, skimming stones along the water and laughing. It was still warm enough that you didn't need jumpers even after dark as you blissfully frolicked in the summer heat.

"Here, like this," George said, moving to stand closely behind you as he grabbed hold of your throwing arms and guided it so that you could skim the pebbles rather than just dunking. The sudden proximity to George left you a little breathless and surprised at your reaction. All this time you had thought it was just Fred you fancied and you hadn't really considered your feelings for George, though you couldn't deny that they weren't strictly platonic.

You ruminated on those feelings quietly as you watched them fooling about near the edge of the lake, stretching out the moment you knew was inevitable as they both landed with a large splash into the water. The noise broke you out of your little reverie and you cackled with infectious laughter at seeing them drag themselves out of the lake looking like Scabbers wet through.

They briefly shared a look and you knew you were in for trouble. You briefly tried to run away from them but their long legs caught up to you without much effort, tackling you to the ground as you squealed. Instead of being thrown into the lake as well, they stood above you and vigorously shook their heads so that you were sprinkled with an influx of water. Fred also wrangled his wet T-shirt off and squeezed it out over you, drenching you further.

"Dicks," you muttered whilst laughing once they had finished wetting you through. You pushed George down to the ground as he stood there laughing, swiping his feet from underneath him and managed to kick Fred in the back of the knee so that his legs buckled, only fuelling your laughter.

You stood up to ring out the bottom of your shirt just as Fred began talking about how they should go up and fetch some of their whizzbang prototypes to poke one through Ron's bedroom window when he suddenly stopped talking mid sentence. You looked up at him and found him staring at you with wide eyes. Your eyes flickered to George who had apparently been confused by Fred's sudden silence and had followed Fred's gaze upon you. You frowned, looking down at where the boys were staring and had noticed that in getting wet, the white T-shirt you'd been wearing had become always entirely transparent and was clinging to you like a second skin. Your pale pick bra was showing through, highlighting the floral pattern of the lace, leaving no doubt about what you were wearing and hiding underneath your shirt.

"Perverts," you muttered with a laugh, trying to hide your embarrassment as you turned around to ring out the shirt, wishing you were able to cast a quick drying charm outside of school. When you turned back around, the boys were still staring at you, shamelessly ogling.

"Wow princess, where have you been hiding those?" Fred smirks unashamedly as he breaks out of his little trance, instantly teasing you. The name 'princess' was new and you couldn't deny that it affected you in ways you couldn't explain, making your mouth go dry for a second.

"Shove off," you laughed, trying to divert the conversation. George had a blush on his cheeks as he at least tried to look away, more shameful than his brother. "Can we go back in now? I'm kind of cold," you asked, already gathering your things.

"We can tell," Fred jokes with a smug smile tugging at his lips. You gasp and reach out to smack him in the arm but he merely chuckles, as does George.

"Bye," you said, walking back to the house, feeling a little uncomfortable at the situation, not before reaching out to shove Fred back into the lake. George's laughter rang out into the still night and you walked back into the house feeling a little more smug.

The next day, both the twins were been acting differently towards you, a little sheepish and quieter than usual. You found yourself watching them a little more than usual and didn't miss the occasional looks they'd give you, or specifically your breasts when they thought you weren't looking.

After that first day, the boys were mostly back to normal with you but they would look over at you more when they thought you weren't paying attention, or perhaps you just noticed it more. Once you were back at school, things largely returned back to normal, all of you falling back into your usual routine of classes and mischief.

One thing you did notice, was that each brother had continuously tried to spend more time alone with you, without the other brother present. You'd made a joke about them being conjoined twins rather than identical more than once, finding it strange how they would seek you out separately but it was actually nice to spend one on one time with your best friends.

Fred had become even more openly affectionate with his touches and flirty words and you couldn't determine if it was in a teasing manner or not. George had become increasingly confident in your presence and you found that you really enjoyed spending time with him alone. His sweet nature was still very much present but he also had a cheeky and teasing side that rivalled the other, often harsher twin.

You couldn't understand it really, feeling like there was an underlying reason for them wanting to spend time alone with you, but you could never put your finger on exactly the reason why. It was usually something as silly as going to the kitchens after dark with one of them, going with one of them to the library or meeting before a shared detention so you could go together. Sometimes it was going to Hogsmeade with Fred and collecting things from Zonkos they needed or George craving a butterbeer and insisting he'd buy you one too if you joined him.

You didn't know quite what their intentions were until well into your fourth year.

The twins had given Harry the marauders map they'd been using since they stole it first year, which meant that although they memorised all the secret passageways, they were no longer able to see who was lurking around, therefore they would need a lookout. You naturally became the lookout for them as they raided Snape's personal store for something they were creating. You all, surprisingly, managed to get away Scott free and had tailed it out of the dungeons quickly and ran towards the lake.

"Well princess, I'd say that was a job well done," Fred says, slightly breathless from the running as he throws his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side.

"Yeah well done Angel, saved our lives back there," George added, bumping his hip into yours as he moved to sit down on the grass near your feet. He'd started calling you angel in private at the start of the year after hearing Fred call you princess, something he had done everyday since that day at the Burrow.

"Saved your arses more like," you laughed, throwing yourself down onto the ground next to George. Fred quickly followed and you sat in your usual order subconsciously as you looked out at the gleaming lake.

"We don't come here enough, it's really pretty," you said, looking out at the rippling water that reflected the light of the moon.

"Yeah it is, don't you think Georgie?" Fred said with a humour to his voice you couldn't place.

"Beautiful I'd say Freddie, not just pretty."

You turned to look at them both, thinking they were teasing you about calling the scenery pretty but when you turned their gazes were fixed on you. You frowned in confusion and turned away, trying to ignore the weirdness happening around you.

"So what do you say? Spin the bottle?" Fred laughs, pulling out the canister of whatever the hell he'd stolen from snape.

"If this is a setup because you want to kiss your own brother, I'm leaving," you said, trying to bite back the smile that threatened your lips. Fred blanched and instantly regretted the words leaving his mouth as George laughed.

"Bit vain really, wanting to kiss the better looking version of yourself," George adds, playing along. Fred reaches around behind you and smacks George in the head, making you chuckle as you leaned back on the grass.

"Wasn't you I wanted to kiss," Fred mumbled and you shot up from your laid down position to look at him.

"Come again?" You asked, feeling like the wind had been knocked out your sails.

He seemed to blush a little before his natural cockiness took over and he shrugged as if it was nothing, "it was you I wanted to kiss."

You didn't have words, nor thoughts really as you looked at him in shock, the butterflies in your tummy wildly flapping about at his words.

"Can I?" He asks, leaning in towards you. Your eyes flicker over to George who looks on without any hint of jealousy or anger, just merely watching. It felt a little awkward to have an audience but for some reason it just felt right. Your eyes flick back to Fred's and you manage a shy little smile as you subtly nod your head. He smirks and pulls you in, placing his lips upon yours as he kissed you. His lips are softer than you imagined as he begins gently before deepening the kiss after a few moments, the brief awkward hesitation slipping away. His right hand comes up to grab the space between your neck and your jaw, his big hands cradling your face as he pulls you in even deeper.

You're certain fireworks are going off around you, though it could just be in your head as you submit to his dominant kiss. When you pull apart, he rests his forehead on yours as you both smile.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," he whispers, showing the rare, honest side of him.

"I do," you whispered back, admitting just how much you like him. You see his eyes widen slightly a your revelation and a large smile crosses his features.

"You know, I'm not the only one who's wanted to do that," he says, dropping his hand from your neck to rub down your arm. You shoot your head to George who looks on with a shy smile, already blushing. Your heart races, thinking about what this means. Did he like you too?

"Georgie?" You ask, your uncharacteristically voice shy and timid as you look into his eyes. He nods with a serious expression before imploring you with his eyes, trying to gage your reaction. You flick your eyes down to his lips and it's all he needs to lean forward as your lips crash with each other. His hand meets yours on the ground as he fixes your hands together, an innocent and sweet gesture that warms your heart.

His lips are just as soft as Fred's but you notice that his nose ever so slightly digs into your cheek a little more in the most wonderful way. He's softer and less dominant than Fred but no better or worse. Fireworks continue to dance around you and you feel like you've touched an electric live wire at the intensity of the kiss. George's kiss remains sweet and a little more timid than Fred's but it's electrifying, feeling the subtle differences of each brother as you're reminded that it's definitely George you're kissing.

You pull apart and share a shy giggle, his hand pulling away from yours, leaving you a little breathless and a lot confused.

"You, both?" You ask, unsure of the words. They both nod with serious expressions, still smiling but looking genuine.

"We've liked you for a long time," George admits.

"Both of us," Fred adds.

It feels like you have a movie reel playing behind your eyes as you think back over all the time you've shared with the twins and all the subtle and not subtle ways they've tried to tell you, until one moment stands out in your mind.

"Since the wet T-shirt incident?" You ask with one eyebrow raised, suspicious of their motives. If it was just because they'd inadvertently seen your breasts they could stuff it. George immediately blushes whereas Fred chuckles, both shaking their head.

"No, long before that," George admits quietly.

"That did help though," Fred smirks, which you roll your eyes at.

"Why haven't you said anything?" You ask, suddenly feeling a little vulnerable and quite frankly a bit deceived. "Wait, this whole time with getting me alone, it was a scheme right?"

"No, not a scheme," they both said quickly, sensing your sudden defensiveness.

"We didn't know if you liked us like that or not, every time we came close to thinking you did something would happen and we'd doubt ourselves or the other brother would turn up and ruin the moment so we tried to spend time separately with you, to see how you felt about us individually," George explains.

"We figured you'd show some signs that you preferred one of us or not and that way we'd know," Fred adds.

"But you didn't," they both say together.

George carries on explaining, "so we figured you either didn't like us like that or you liked both."

Their words hung in the air for a few moments as you processed everything, the tension rising at your silence. You chewed on your lip as the weight of the conversation pulled at you.

"I, I don't know," you mumbled, unable to look them in the eyes. "I thought... I don't know."

"Princess," Fred says. His tone is gentle but dominant in his own way, prompting you to look at him. "Whatever you say, it won't change things, except for how you want it to."

"You don't have to chose right now, but if it's only one or neither of us, then no hard feelings," George adds.

"But, if it's both and if you're game, we're willing to both try and earn your affections," Fred says.

"And no hard feelings," George adds.

"But, won't the other brother be jealous or mad or?" You begin to say.

"Angel, you're overthinking it," George says gently with a little smile, slowly reaching for your hand again, so slowly that he clearly anticipates you snatching it away from him, but you don't. "I like you, have for a long time, so has Fred. If you like him, be with him. If you like me, be with me. If you like both, be with both of us for now and decide later once we've tried to woo you."

"Of course we'd have to keep it secret if that's the case," Fred adds, sounding surprisingly reasonable for him, "but we'd do it for you."

"If you chose Fred," George begins to say, squeezing your hand, "it's okay, nothing changes between us and likewise with me, Fred won't disappear."

"And we'd never be mad at you for choosing who you wanted."

You exhale a shaky breath and nod, showing that you understood but needed some time to think.

"I thought it was Fred," you say quietly, not daring to speak any louder for fear that you wouldn't be able to speak, "but then it sort of changed."

You suddenly found your confidence and began to speak openly about how you were feeling, laying all your cards on the table.

"I think I just pushed down the feelings I have for George and told myself that it was just Fred because I've never wanted you both to feel like you're just one person. Like, who fancies both twin brothers? And it's not because you look similar, you both have such different personalities and things that make you, you, and I love that. I like both of you, in different ways and for different reasons but I can't come between you."

"You wouldn't be between us," George says carefully.

"Unless you wanted that," Fred says, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, earning a harsh shove from George and a roll of your eyes.

"It would be me and you and you and Fred. And, not versus. We might be fighting for your affections but we're not competing."

"So we try it for a while and if it doesn't work, we all make the decision, collectively, to end it. Or maybe it works out for one of us," Fred shrugs.

"What if you find someone else you want? I can't ask either of you to wait around," you say, suddenly considering the possibilities.

"Not gonna happen princess," Fred says confidently, crossing his arms over his chest. George shakes his head, agreeing with his brother, earning a little sigh from you at their stubbornness.

A few moments of silence pass as you consider all your options, trying to weigh it up in your mind, measuring the practicalities and the potential damages.

"What if I can't chose in the end?" You ask quietly again, losing any previous courage you had.

"Then we figure it out," Fred says calmly.

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Ncuti Gatwa’s Favourite?

Food spot in London: “I've just found a new one in Greenwich called Angle Ninety – it does high-style Nigerian food. The jollof bangs. The suya bangs. The lamb cutlets bang. It's just a little spot that does great food, and I think they do events there too. But also, honourable mention to Borough Market.”

Food spot in Scotland: “My mum's kitchen.”

Art gallery: “I like the National Portrait Gallery and I like the V&A.”

Museum: “The Natural History Museum. I need to go back there. I've only been there once and it was f****** amazing.”

International holiday destination: “Rio de Janeiro. I love Brazil and Rio is an incredible place.”

Staycation: “Maybe Devon? I like Devon and I like Cornwall. They're beautiful places: colourful houses; beautiful scenery. I just shot a film in Devon called The Roses and I definitely want to go back.”

Pamper spot: “I've got to give you three: 1) Ama Hair Salon, 2) for massages – OK now we're going boujee – The Corinthia, and 3) Omorovicza [The Spa at Liberty]. I like to pamper myself! We've all got to look after ourselves!”

Concert venue: “Principality Stadium in Cardiff – I went to see Beyoncé there twice. Other than that, I do like a night at Ronnie Scotts.”

Cinema: “There's one in Notting Hill where they've got like sofas and they've got a chandelier. That place is nuts. What's it called? That's it! Electric Cinema!”

Park: “Hilly Fields. And then head up to Blackheath.”

Any destination in the past: “Ancient Egypt.”

Any set in entertainment history: “Maybe The Matrix. To see all the pods.”

Year: “I would want to go 200 years into the future. I would want to see how we've done. I would want to see if we had sorted out climate change. I would want to see if we have sorted out all the world conflicts. And I would want to see if we've kept AI under control.”

#ncutigatwa #15th doctor #doctor who #fifteenth doctor #the doctor #esquire #black tumblr #melanin #scottish #british actors #celebrity interviews #dw #lgbtqia #queer pride #london

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Good Omens Gallery Filter Tags, Pt. 2

This is Part 2 of filtering tags for the @good-omens-gallery. For info about the Gallery. and for Crowley + Aziraphale tags, refer to the Good Omens Gallery Master Post.

C+A Through the Ages

Before the Beginning

The Great War

Eden, 4004 B.C.

The Land of Uz, 2500 B.C.

The Flood

Ancient Egypt

Golgatha, 33 A.D.

Rome, 41 A.D.

Kingdom of Essex, 537 A.D.

1400s

1500s

1600s

Globe Theater, 1601

1700s

Bastille, 1793

1800s

Bookshop Opening Missing Scene, 1800

Edinburgh, 1827

St. James Park, 1862

1900s

1920s

Soho, 1941

1960s

Soho, 1967

1970s

1980s

1990s

The Bandstand

Lockdown 2020

Through the Ages (all eras except 1941)

Crossovers & AUs

Crossovers (Good Omens + other media)

AUs (all AUs)

Cowboy AU

Coffee shop AU

Flower/Plant Shop AU

Human AU

Knights AU

Merm AU

Pirate AU

Priest AU

Professor AU

Side Characters

Beelzebub

(the) Bentley

Furfur

Jesus

Lucifer

(the) Metatron

Satan

Shax

Ships

Ineffable Bureaucracy (Beelzebub/Gabriel)

Maggot Husbands (Hastur/Ligur)

Vinylatte (Maggie/Nina)

Ineffable Inferno (Crowley/Lucifer)

Holidays, Seasons & Special Events

Winter

Spring

Summer

Autumn

All Seasons

New Year

Lunar New Year

Valentine's Day

Pride

Halloween

Christmas

Hanukkah

All Holidays

Good Omens Celebrations (book & show anniversaries, etc.)

All the Omens

Book Omens

Radio Omens

Michael & David

David Tennant fanart

Michael Sheen fanart

Staged fanart

Art by Medium

Fanart (all)

Animatics/music edits

Animation

Fiber Arts

Gifs

Papercrafts

Embroidery

Clay

Art process videos

Art by Posting Date

Posted before Season 1

Posted Season 1 - Season 2

Posted Season 2 – Season 3

Art by Influence

Art for fic

Art inspired by music

Art inspired by poetry

Famous art recreation

#good omens #good omens fanart #good omens fan art #good omens gallery #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #art #fanart #digital art

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The Master-Compilation of my Good Omens Headcanons

i wrote so many of these from 2022-now and shared them on tiktok, but since it’s getting banned in the states, i thought i’d share them here :) organizing them by category as well so i hope you enjoy!!!

Historical

Aziraphale loved Billie Holiday. He dragged Crowley to nyc to see her first performance in Carnegie hall in 1949. He saw her again in every one of her European shows and saw the live recording of strange fruit in 1959, dragging Crowley along and he cried.

Crowley learned classical piano in the Victorian era and to this day is very good at it. Aziraphale does not know this but would be so enamored if he did

Crowley and Mary Shelley were good friends - Aziraphale is convinced that they were lovers in Shelley’s polyamory with her husband, they were not

Aziraphale was extremely close with Hans Christian Anderson. Aziraphale did not understand why he felt so empty inside listening to Hans talking about how unrequited loves ((denial queen)). they met in 1835 and wrote to each other nearly every day for 40 years until Anderson’s death. they talked in depth about their deep loneliness and their feelings as outcasts, along with their confusing feelings about love. aziraphale still has a draft of ‘the little mermaid’ in his desk that hans asked him to look over. it is heavily tearstained. when Hans died he didn’t talk to anyone for several years.

Crowley started the Victorian craze of watching trains crash/explode

When Crowley first saw the pictures taken from the hubble telescope in the 90’s, he cried for hours. It was the first time he got to see his creation in over 6,000 years and it was just as beautiful as he remembered

Crowley convinced Tchaikovsky to use actual canons in 1812 overture because of a snide comment Aziraphale made about the symphony being too boring for Crowley

Crowley took Aziraphale to the opening of Jesus Christ Superstar in 1972 to get a rise out of the angel but fell in love with comedic musical theatre instead, quickly befriending writer Jim Sharman. crowley was part of the ensemble in the first productions of The Rocky Horror Show in the early 70’s as a personal favor to Jim. crowley nearly fainted when he saw Freddie Mercury in the audience during a performance and is still to this day resentful of Tim Curry for being the one who Freddie took an interest to on the cast

Crowley and Aziraphale were both personal friends of Princess Di. neither of them know this about each other and blame each other’s head offices for her death

Aziraphale volunteered as a field nurse across europe for the entirety of WW1

Aziraphale got his ears pierced in 1327 BC Egypt and wore them on and off until the 15th century. he was excited when they came back into fashion in the 70’s and he enjoys to wear small golden studs to this day

Crowley tried to pick up guitar - specifically electric - several times throughout the 20th century. he was never any good

both Crowley and Aziraphale bought up several properties to turn into speakeasies during the american prohibition, but Crowley took credit for all of them for their head offices’ sakes. Crowley tended to host spaces for people of color and queer folks to be themselves freely and Aziraphale integrated traditionally white spaces with jazz music, opening the stage for many queer and poc musicians to become mainstream.

Crowley was the one to suggest they play Billie Holiday’s ‘I’ll Be Seeing You’ for the mars opportunity rover when it died; he was heavily involved in the mission (he’s involved in most nasa missions) and loved oppie so much. this was Azi’s favorite Billie song — he doesn’t know that crowley knows this and Crowley didn’t realize for many decades that that was why he chose that song.

Aziraphale popularized pembroke welsh corgis throughout the UK and New England and was the one to introduce the breed to the late Queen Elizabeth II in the 1930s, personally meeting every one of the royal corgis until the queen’s death. lets be real — corgis are THE Azi dog.

Crowley set up a quaker house during the underground railroad in northern Pennsylvania that was operational for the majority of the mid nineteenth century. Crowley averted hell’s questions by using his time there ‘tempting’ the slave catchers (which consisted of severely inconveniencing them in every way possible and many very sadistic pranks)

Aziraphale presented female for a few decades in the 18th century and absolutely adored the fashion in England. She eventually stopped only because she would not stop getting random marriage proposals from men who thought she was fabulously wealthy (Azi “I HAVE standards” Fell fr)

Crowley was ACTIVE in the American hippie movement in the 60’s and 70’s. He already had so much to do in America at that time (red scare, space race, Nixon in general, etc) that he stayed among the people in hippie communes for several years. This developed his music taste quite a bit as well (and promoted The 70’s Mustache) (can I hear a wahoo)

Aziraphale became close with Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky after watching his production of “Sleeping Beauty” in 1890. He was the one who encouraged him to continue writing “The Nutcracker” even after he expressed how much he despised the score. Aziraphale still has an original score of Grand Pas De Deux. They were close friends until Tchaikovsky’s death (clearly my hc azi has a pattern of befriending tragic historically gay men who have severe depression)

Crowley was SUPER pissed when they found out arsenic was poisonous. she absolutely wore (and SLAYED) those Victorian deathtrap arsenic dresses. I like to think that she really hopped on the arsenic green trend.

Crowley had a CRUSH on James Dean (bc of course he did. they’re both bisexual disasters with tragic love lives) Aziraphale once told Crowley that he reminded him of James Dean and he has been riding that high ever since.

Modern-Day

Aziraphale does the crossword every morning in the paper, he’s horrible at the sudoku so he asks for crowley’s help. Crowley realized he loved logic puzzles and now Az just saves them for crowley, eventually Crowley convinced Az to play the nyt games.

For the wordle, Crowley starts with whatever word comes to mind everyday (thinks it’s funny to use ‘penis’, Az starts with ‘adieu’. They race, Crowley usually wins and Az is so angry abt this but won’t show it

Crowley invented decaf coffee and gained accolades in hell for it bc of how many people hated it/accidentally ordered it but in reality he invented it for Aziraphale who liked the taste but didn’t like how jittery caffeine made him

Aziraphale mispronounces a lot of words he learned solely by reading, Crowley never lets this go and still bullies him for how he pronounced epitome the first time

Aziraphale does read alouds at local libraries for children once every month to help fund children’s literature.

Aziraphale enjoys pressing leaves and drying flowers. he has dozens of bouquets from crowley over the years that he hangs along his bookshelves

Aziraphale adores the Charlie Brown comics and films. he has followed the Vince Guaraldi Trio since the late 50’s and watches the respective holiday films every year.

Aziraphale and Crowley enjoy watching ancient history documentaries so they can yell at the tv and debunk their facts. aziraphale once sent a drunken email to national geographic about their misrepresentation of 12th century nordics. they did not respond

Crowley occasionally guest lectures for astrophysics courses at the university of edinburgh

Aziraphale always goes all out for christmas— a ten foot tree decorated with tinsel and garland and shining ornaments and bells, the bookshop’s shelves and doors covered in laurels and mistletoe and lights. he hands out gingerbread and cocoa to his patrons, he brings gift baskets to neighboring shops, and he starts playing christmas music on november first and picks each gift he gives with several months worth of preparation and deep love and care. he is the embodiment of the christmas spirit.

Aziraphale is actually a big sports fan and can get rather invested in and riled up over matches. He’s surprisingly most into rugby but he refuses to watch it in pubs because of how overly rowdy humans can be

Crowley actually likes the ‘Sound of Music’, more specifically the first half. he always gets teary-eyes during ‘Something Good’; it makes him think of Aziraphale

Aziraphale always tries to find the harmonies or countermelody in the songs he listens to. he has a wonderful singing voice but uses it sparingly

Crowley has very rough and calloused hands — not from any work he’s done, they’re simply just like that. these are must in contrast to Aziraphale’s hands

Aziraphale runs warm, Crowley runs cold (obvi, he’s a reptile). they are constantly battling over the AC. Aziraphale can literally not function if the heat in the house is over 20°c/68°f, he will sweat like a madman (meanwhile, Crowley will be in fuzzy socks, a jacket, and have a blanket wrapped around him if it’s below 23°c/71°f).

Crowley cannot keep succulents alive no matter what he does. they are supposedly the easiest plants to keep and he is so good with leafy plants, but no — they always die. after he killed his fourth string of pearls he got so angry that he caused a several hour power outage throughout westminster.

Aziraphale is fantastic at poker and is completely unreadable. this is extremely attractive to Crowley

after armageddon’t, Crowley worked closely with NASA to launch the James Webb Space Telescope. he wanted humanity to be able to take in as much as the cosmos as it was designed to be seen before heaven and hell create another apocalypse. every time new images are released, Aziraphale makes them tea and him and Crowley look at them together. crowley goes on long tangents about each image; about their creation and how they function in god’s great universe.

crowley makes an effort to leave tins of free pads and tampons in any public women’s restroom he finds himself near. after presenting as a woman for several decades throughout his time, he assumed it was the least he could do.

Aziraphale loves to take photographs. he has a dark room in the back of the bookshop, but once he found out he could take quality photos on his mobile phone he has gone feral.he will stop Crowley every few minutes on walks to take pictures of flowers and other wildlife. he also loves taking candid pictures of crowley (he doesn’t know about this)

Aziraphale loves podcasts. he listens to the BBC global news podcast every morning and usually listens to audiobooks or informational podcasts on his afternoon walks.

both aziraphale and crowley are ambidextrous. I like to think that most demons are left handed and angels right handed, and az and crowley slowly adopted the other over time.

Aziraphale writes horribly sappy poetry in the margins of his diary. like corny Martin k Blackwood style (tma fans sound off) and is more terrified about Crowley finding these than he is the explicitly romantic diary entries

Aziraphale is surprisingly a beer guy — Crowley is not. Azi is a big fan of darker/amber brews, but Crowley thinks they all taste like utter dog-piss and has said he would rather drink a glass of straight cheap vodka (he did do this once to prove his point and got violently ill; too busy throwing up the entire night to miracle it away. Azi held his hair)

Crowley is horrible at smoking — nearly coughs up a lung every drag of even the smoothest cigarette. he is so angry about this because he thinks people smoking is very attractive and wants to be like that himself. he carries a pack around with him and holds them in his teeth ‘The Fault in Our Stars’ style

Though angels are better known for their lack of dancing skills, Crowley is a horrible dancer. they usually avoided dancing with one another (even for The Arrangement) to keep attention away from them, but after the apocalypse they began to find how much they loved slowdancing with one another. it took Crowley several decades to not step on Azi’s toes every time but eventually they got into a rhythm and slow dance nearly ever evening with one another and hold each other very close when doing so.

Aziraphale enjoys Queen (and a lot of modern music) even if he doesn’t want to admit it. He’s rather fond of A Night at the Opera and A Day at the Races, but surprisingly enjoys a lot of songs off of Hot Space (he will NEVER admit this to Crowley)

Aziraphale LOVES jigsaw puzzles. He always has at least one going in the bookshop and Crowley helps work on them when he’s drunk (he does not really help at all — he gets three pieces together before he gets a headache)

When Crowley is sad, his go-to album is The Wall by Pink Floyd. I also think that this is one of his number one albums of all time — the music is intricate, soulful, heart-wrenching… what’s not not love ((from a Pink Floyd supremacist))

Besides the obvious Queen, Crowley loves Pink Floyd, The Talking Heads, Bowie, The Smiths, and other bands in that realm. He loves songs with a lot going on— heavy percussion, intricate bass, soulful guitar solos, etc.

To compromise him and Aziraphale’s tastes, he usually puts on bands more in the realm of Phish, the Beatles, and The Grateful Dead for them both. It gives Aziraphale the melodic and harmonic qualities he adores but also gives Crowley the nostalgia of the late 20th century. (“Aziraphale would genuinely love The Velvet Underground and I’m still mad at Crowley for that” ~my roommate)

Crowley definitely HATES that Azi likes the Beatles. Crowley has personal experience with John Lennon and how much of a prick he was, but he feels bad telling azi abt how shitty most of the members were bc of how much he enjoys their music/ it’s one of the few bands they enjoy together (“my angel loves it, I can’t break his little heart. At least he doesn’t call this one bebop”)

Crowley is a flushed drunk. give him two shots and he’s red as a tomato and probably sweating up a storm. he’s also a sleepy drunk (while aziraphale is a touchy-drunk)

Crowley drives with one hand so that he can hold Aziraphale’s with the other (or, usually, just tries to muster up the courage). he still does it out of habit.

Crowley loves pulling out random facts that he knows, especially more natural/earth science things (facts about bugs, what kinds of clouds are in the sky, etc). he just likes to Tell Aziraphale Things. aziraphale usually knows all of these things, but he doesn’t tell this to crowley. (“oh really? that’s very interesting dear…”) it brings crowley great joy

Aziraphale has touch/sound sensory issues, Crowley has smell/taste/texture sensory issues (ex zira can barely LOOK at old sherpa or crushed velvet, panics when noises are a bit too loud, crowley can’t eat foods if they feel wrong, usually why he doesn’t eat)

Zira keeps plant propagations in his windowsills for crowley. after he left for heaven, Muriel learned to take care of them and started a small plant corner by the window. they have a very green thumb

Crowley gets really bad echolalia (repetition of words/noises he hears) and Aziraphale will sometimes scold him for mocking others/him but Crowley is insistent that he’s not trying to

when they laugh too hard, Crowley hisses (mixture of actual snake and windex bottle) and Aziraphale snorts. they both think it’s adorable.

Non-Ineffable Husbands

Muriel is terrified of ladybugs (even more so after Crowley convinced them that the yellow ones are poisonous and WILL kill you)

Muriel loves to paint and they are an extremely talented landscape artist. they learned the basics from watching old Bob Ross tapes

(Via my roommate and I thought it was funny) Warlock definitely grows up to listen to all of the male manipulator bands but Adam just listens to a lot of Weezer

Depressing

cws: major character death, animal death, disassociation, general canon-typical trauma, alcoholism

Crowley got a kitten in the late 40’s that he loved so much that he genuinely did not know what to do with the emotion. When it died of old age crowley was so crushed that he did not get out of bed for fifteen years and refused to ever get another pet bc he couldn’t handle losing one again

As an Archangel, Aziraphale can only see in shades of lilac (because of the eyes). this is the only think that keeps heaven bearable for him

Crowley road tripped across europe during the pandemic instead of sleeping. he slept for a few weeks before he woke up from a nightmare about aziraphale forcing holy water down his throat with a blank expression on his face. he hasn’t slept since.

before Crowley left the bookshop for good, he left a list of books and films that muriel would need to understand humanity. he wrote about Bob Ross along with Mister Rogers’ neighborhood and several books of poetry; Robert Frost, Ross Gay, so on. as angry as he was with heaven and Aziraphale, he wanted Muriel to keep seeing humanity as beautiful and kind, even if they were the only one to see it as truly that way.

Crowley doesn’t get intoxicated in public; he’s either alone or with Aziraphale. Last time he got properly sloshed around someone who wasn’t Azi was Elspeth. When he lets his guard down, he slips and he shows that he is kind and that scares him. When Aziraphale leaves for heaven, he drinks himself to blackout in a pub.

Crowley is extremely sensitive to light and is prone to intense headaches/migraine symptoms. This is partially due to the snake eyes but I also think it could be another punishment from God (stars/galaxies = light, light now hurts)

Crowley very often forgets to sober up before he passes out for the night and wakes up hungover. Aziraphale always leaves water on the coffee table (he usually passes out on the bookshop couch) for him. Though, Crowley uses hangovers for punishment. drinks to forget, feels like shit when he remembers (self destructive behaviors)

Stupid/Silly Ones

Crowley is TERRIFIED of birds that can talk. He thinks it’s unnatural and that they shouldn’t be able to think like that

Aziraphale wears those old timey red striped one piece swimsuits

When Crowley found out that talking into a fan made your voice funny, he was ECSTATIC and called az immediately. This was one of the first human things he taught Muriel about

Aziraphale googles like “hello google can you please show me funny cat videos. Thank you so much dear”

Crowley sneezes like a dad — like a sound-barrier breaking scream sneeze. It scares the shit out of Aziraphale every time

Aziraphale as a small but dedicated fanbase on youtube for an ASMR channel Maggie started him, which is just him doing softspoken readings of his favorite novels. he secretly loves the attention

Crowley is lowkey in love with Freddie Mercury. He has the almost comedic misfortune of just barely missing meeting/befriending throughout his career and he is beyond bitter about this. he is literally the number one Freddie fangirl.

Aziraphale LOVES HGTV. he watches it religiously and gets genuinely emotionally invested in the flips

Crowley did competitive cup stacking for a few years in the early 2000’s. I literally have no valid reason for thinking this but it feels right

Crowley came up with the Oak Island conspiracy. he religiously watches the curse of oak island on the History Channel solely to make fun of it and is almost mad about how many seasons it has at this point

Crowley has never once looked both ways crossing the street — he simply walks in the middle of traffic no crosswalk and is convinced he will never get hit. he still hasn’t been hit somehow. he isn’t miracling it, he just genuinely hasn’t been hit yet

I’ve seen this take before but I’m going to say it again: Crowley was 100% DB Cooper and I am so beyond passionate about this

Crowley recorded the original wilhelm scream and is so angry that it still used as a gag because he always hated the way his voice sounded

Aziraphale is one of those people who licks his thumb before he turns a page. Crowley HATES this

Crowley sleeps with a heated blanket because he can’t sleep in the cold (his cold-bloodedness makes it uncomfortable to sleep in anything but heat). he enjoys sleeping in snake-form quite often and will curl up completely under the heated blanket and just roast like a lizard on a rock under a heat lamp (I like to imagine he also owns a few heat lamps)

Aziraphale has definitely accidentally taken an edible at least once (and I like to believe that he has taken one on purpose on his own in the bookshop thinking it would make reading more interesting. It didn’t of course, it made it impossible, so he watched a film instead and had a lot of fun and considers doing it again)

Crowley wears only black because when he tries to dress himself in other colors he looked horrendously mismatched (his snake eyes would make him mostly colorblind). He always has Aziraphale double check the colors of the clothes he buys.

Aziraphale loves minion memes. It hurts me so much to admit but god dammit I know he would EAT them up.

Aziraphale loves black licorice. Crowley is legitimately extremely upset by this

Crowley crashes weddings in his spare time and “accidentally” spills red wine on anyone wearing white that isn’t the bride

I feel like Azi has a REALLY aggressive animal voice, like “oh wook at the widdle baby boy!!! What a good little baby boy!!!” And it’s like the oldest, meanest dog in the world

Crowley shows cat affection. Sometimes he’ll just bump his head against azi or start poking him. Azi will say something sweet and he’ll just stare with big eyes and then walk away

thank you all so much for reading :3

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